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As the wind caresses my face and as the sun light amazes my eyes, I knew then that this day would be no different. The usual stuff happened; my smooth ride soon became polluted by noise from the horns of vehicles and chatters of people. Despite the disorder, my mind is able to wander off around my memories.

Finally, I stepped out of that vehicle and begun to enter the gates of hell. I just remembered that I have no life lines left; I have consumed every valid absence a student could have. With not a moment to lose, I fast walk my way to the busy hall way of our school. My mind is nowhere close to strolling away from reality, my heart is beating faster than usual and tension is building up inside. “I cannot afford to drop out from one my classes!” I said to myself. Then, for a jiffy and with no warning, I saw him! I turned my back in an instant, was I hallucinating? The second bell rang. I snap out of it and sat at the place I call my own, my arm chair.

I tried my best to give explanations on why on earth I thought I saw him. First, I must be delusional, the pressure is taking the best of me. Second, my desire for him is greater than I thought. Thirdly, it was really him! The mindboggling question is, was it him?

Tick tack tick tack says the clock. An hour pass eight and still I could not take my thoughts off him. After ages of waiting, the bell finally rang. I got my bag, bode goodbye to my mates and left the ­oh so boring professor. From a far, I could see the very tall shadow hovering the door way. Much to my surprise, it began to rain heavily. My sight was blurry, my eyes were at its all time bigness, my eyebrows were in denial and my heart was slow to beat. My things fell on the floor, and my limbs went weak. I wanted to die right there and there. It was him, he returned.

­I could not but stand in awe. It is as if I saw something unnatural. I have been thinking of this day, but still that did me give me comfort. My eyes begun to leak, my hands in my mouth and my knees were trembling. I could not utter a word. Not a “hello”, much less an “I missed you”. I stood there, very much contented with the sight of him. Him, who have been appearing in my dreams; Him, whom I cannot stop loving; Him who is named Nobody.

I heard the bell rang again, consciousness awakened. I opened my eyes and I was in tears. My pillow was wet and the sun has risen. The clock was in tantrums and my mind was blown away. “t’was but a dream, a bitter sweet dream”, I said to myself.